So Cake has taken control of my orgasms. I'm not allowed to cum without her permission. I am also to wear a butt plug 24/7. I'm a very sexual person. Left to my own devices, I would masturbate multiple times a day. At this point, it has been 2 weeks since I've had an orgasm. I get horney at the drop of a hat. I catch a breeze the wrong way, and I'm soaking wet. With all that context, let me tell you about 2 weekends ago.
Cake had a friend of hers over to the house to watch football with my husband. I dressed in a short dress, no panties, heels, and a discreet collar that cake got for me. I guess Cake must have told her about how things work on some level because she didn't seem shocked that I was there or that Cake was kissing and cuddling with my husband. I played hostess. I cooked food and served them all drinks and snacks. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
As it became more obvious who was going to win the game, the girls began talking. Cake's friend asked something along the lines of "So you really just like fuck this lady's husband and she likes it and does whatever you say?"
Then, as if to prove it, she gestured for me to come over. She hadn't given me any formal commands this whole time. She was just letting me be a good hostess, but when she gestures like that, there is a particular way I'm supposed to respond. So I got on my knees in front of where she was sitting, looked down at the floor, and said, "Yes ma'am, how may I serve you?"
"You do whatever I say, right?"
You like following orders, don't you?"
"You don't mind showing my friend, do you?"
"Good, get on your hands and knees. I want to put my feet up."
So i got down on my hands and knees in front of her, and she put her feet up on my back. I am already incredibly turned on. My face is bright red from embarrassment and my cunt begs to be touched. Cake's friend is kind of stunned, kind of hype about the whole thing. She keeps saying she can't believe it and keeps saying how weird I am.
Cake seems to take that as a bit of a challenge. "You think that's crazy?" She gets up and slides her friend over into her spot on the couch. She tells her friend to put her feet up. Her friend is trying to diffuse a little, saying no way, keeps reiterating how crazy that is. So Cake has me stand up. She pulls me over next to the TV so that I'm just to the right of it with my back to the wall. She likes up her skirt and pulls off her panties, balling them up in her hand. "Open," she says, and I obey. She puts her panties in my mouth. I can taste her on them.
"I'm going to take your husband in the other room for a little while. While I'm gone, you're going to entertain my friend. Do whatever she says like it was me telling you what to do. If she doesn't tell you to do anything, you just stand right here. Understand?" I nodded. Before she left, she pulled my top down, exposing my breasts, turned to her friend, and said, "Enjoy." Then she took hubby's hand and pulled him into the bedroom.
I don't know who turned a brighter red, me or Cake's friend. I spent at least 40 minutes just standing there, panties in my mouth, tits out. I was aroused before, but now I was soaking wet. I could feel a bit sloooowly running down my leg. I don't think Cake's friend really watched the rest of the game. Every time I looked at her, she was staring at my tits. As soon as she realized I was looking at her, she would snap back over to the TV. She didn't even change the channel or put anything else on when the game ended, and the like post game show came on. We could occasionally hear Cake and my husband in the bedroom.
Eventually, Cake came out. Hubby thanked Cake's friend for coming. Her and Cake were going out to meet some other friends. As she left, Cake gave me permission to cover myself and go about the rest of my day. I have edged multiple times to the memory since this happened. And I think I might be in heaven.
